Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra clomped into the common room still wearing her full armor: she had just done her rounds of the island, and then engaged in some sparring at the salle. Soon, she would retreat to her room to take off the armor and perhaps begin taking her daily notes, but for the moment, she felt she had earned a moment to sit

Comments

[buzzkillcaptain]

Dipper wandered into the common room looking bleary-eyed and exhausted. Under his breath he was muttering "Caffeine" over and over again like it was some kind of mantra. He opened the fridge and pulled out a Pitt Cola and popped it open and then proceeded to gulp it down. He had already pulled out another can without finishing the first and shut the fridge behind him.

"Morning," he muttered sleepily to everyone in the room.

[seeks_truth]

"Morning," Cassandra greeted in turn, dryly. "Are you ill?"

[buzzkillcaptain]

"Tired," he replied as he finished the Pitt cola and set the can down with a rattle. "I've been rewatching the new Space Battles movie over and over again so I can catch every nuance."

[seeks_truth]

"Space Battles," Cassandra echoed. "What is that tale? I have seen some volumes of it in the library."

[buzzkillcaptain]

Dipper's eyes widened in surprise. "You've never heard of Space Battles?! It's only the biggest Sci-Fi sagas of all sagas!"

...

"Well at least if you follow the last four in the series. You can skip the first three in general."

[seeks_truth]

Oh, honey. Cass would eat those first three right up.

"Sci-fi," she said slowly. "That is your future, is it not? What is this saga about?"

[buzzkillcaptain]

"Well probably not my future," Dipper said shaking his head. "That involves a giant time baby. But that's not important. Okay.. so, a long time ago in a galaxy far far away there's this evil empire, right? And they have all these guys in white armor who are really bad shots. They're led by this old crinkly dude who's an evil... um. Space Wizard. Kinda. And he's got this seven foot tall guy who lives in black armor and wields a laser sword and is a total evil bad ass. On the good side there's this farmboy on a desert planet who fights the bad guys along with rag tag rebel fleet and learns how to be a... um. Good space wizard. You've totally got to see it! I've watched every day since the new one came out!"

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra frowned deeply, running that over in her head. It did not particularly entice her for several reasons, but one seemed especially important.

"These are all men?" she said.

[buzzkillcaptain]

"Well the last three had one predominant woman character," Dipper said with a little thought. "But this most recent one? Main character is female and is a total badass. And one of the villains is a woman from that fantasy show where everyone dies."

[seeks_truth]

"Perhaps I will see this new one, then," Cassandra said thoughtfully.

[crimson_sister]

"Good morning," Lucille replied, giving him a displeased look. There couldn't be a time and place where that kind of greeting was considered good manners.

[buzzkillcaptain]

Dipper was too tired to notice any looks being shot his way. "If you say it is," Dipper said with a yawn and then stifling a belch from drinking too much soda at once. "Want a Pitt Cola?" he asked, offering out his spare can.

[crimson_sister]

That was beyond horrifying.

"No thank you," she replied curtly, looking away.

[buzzkillcaptain]

"Suit yourself," Dipper replied with a shrug and popped open the new can of soda for himself.

"Anything good on TV?" he asked moving to an open chair and the remote.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had no idea what a TV was, and just ignored the boy with great determination.

She would not be offering tea from the pot she had just made.

[buzzkillcaptain]

Dipper would be absolutely heartbroken if he wasn't 100% oblivious to Lucille's discomfort.

Actually he probably would be fine. He had soda & caffeine.

He flipped on the TV and was immediately rewarded with one of his favorite shows.

"Yes! Ducktective!"